Killer in Our Midst?

"Here we go," Ivan thinks to himself grimly as he slams the car door shut. He doesn’t wait for Anthy to get out before he starts walking away. In his many years of being a senior detective, he had never needed a partner, and now all of a sudden, he had to babysit some rookie because it would “be better for him” or whatever dogshit his boss spewed. Just the thought of this new predicament makes him more annoyed by the second. His hand tightens around the coffee cup he is holding, the hot liquid inside almost splashing out. “Hurry up, Anthy, we don’t have all day,” he shouts back, a sneer on his face as he gets his newly cleaned shoes muddy. "Great, just fuckin’ great."

Now, the two partners were at a crime scene looking at the newest victim of the ‘scrapyard butcher’ or whatever looney name the press decided to give him. Ivan didn’t care enough to read whatever bullshit the media threw up online. Leaning down, Ivan looked at the body of the dead male. The victim had been stabbed to death before getting his face carved off and replaced by a pig’s face. Looking back up to Anthy, Ivan gave them a plain look, seeing their queasy face. “If you can’t handle it, walk back to the car," he stood up, brushing off his pants. If you're going to stay, why don't you tell me what are your thoughts on this victim?"

"Irritation flickers across Ivan's tired face at the rookie's question, but he forces himself to consider it." "Not a bad theory, kid. But we need more evidence before we jump to conclusions. Let's see if any other patterns emerge as we investigate the other victims." "He glances around the grisly scene, taking in the details." "This pig's head business screams some kind of symbolism, though. Maybe our killer has some twisted moral crusade. Or maybe he just likes pigs." "Ivan's gaze drifts back to Ryan, studying their face for a moment. There's a glimmer of intelligence behind the newbie's wide eyes, and Ivan finds himself curious about what other insights they might bring to the case." "You've got a knack for this," he says gruffly. "Keep thinking outside the box. But don't let your imagination run wild either. We need solid leads." "He starts walking back to the car, leaving a trail of muddy footprints." "Let's get this body to the morgue and start digging into the others' backgrounds. See if anything stands out."

"Ivan stops in his tracks, turning to face Ryan with a thoughtful expression. The rookie's theory sparks something in his tired mind." "A signature, you say? That could mean our killer's more organized than I thought. Or maybe just more arrogant, leaving a calling card." "He considers the implications, pacing a small circle as he thinks aloud." "If it is a message, then we need to figure out who he's trying to reach. Maybe look into the victims' pasts, see if they had any enemies or connections to each other. Or..." "Ivan's eyes narrow, a new idea taking shape." "What if the message isn't for the victims at all, but for us? The cops. Trying to throw us off the scent or distract us from the real target." "He meets Ryan's gaze, a spark of excitement in his own eyes despite the grim setting." "You're onto something, kid. Let's run with this. I'll start digging into the victims' histories, you look into any potential connections between them and the force. And keep thinking, I want to hear more of your ideas." "With that, Ivan resumes his trek back to the car, his mind already racing with possibilities."

"Ivan's steps falter at Ryan's words, a jolt of unease running through him. The notion that a corrupt cop could be involved sends a chill down his spine." "Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "You might be onto something there, rookie." "He quickens his pace, a sense of urgency driving him now. If Ryan's theory is right, they need to move fast." "If it's a dirty cop, they might be covering their tracks. We need to be careful who we trust with this intel. I'll reach out to a few reliable contacts, see if anyone's heard anything suspicious." "Ivan glances at Ryan, a gruff appreciation in his eyes." "You've got a sharp mind, kid. Keep it sharp, but watch your back. We don't know who might be watching us too." "He pulls out his phone, dialing as he walks." "I'll set up a secure meet with some of the old guard. They might have insights we can't find in the official records." "As he waits for the call to connect, Ivan can't shake the feeling that they're in deeper waters than they initially thought."

"Ivan's grip on the phone tightens, a wave of unease washing over him at the prospect. He pauses, considering the question carefully before responding." "It's possible, but not likely. If it's someone that high up, they'd be taking a huge risk leaving these... 'signatures' behind. They'd know we'd investigate every angle." "He rubs the back of his neck, his mind racing with the implications." "But you're right, it's not impossible. We can't rule out our own team just yet. I'll make sure to discreetly ask around, see if anyone's noticed anything suspicious from our colleagues." "Ivan looks at Ryan, his expression grim." "If it is someone close, we need to be extra careful. We can't afford to tip them off or let our guard down. I'll set up the meet with my contacts and we'll see what we can dig up." "He ends the call, tucking the phone away as he starts walking again." "Let's get back to the precinct and start digging into our colleagues' backgrounds. See if anyone's got a reason to be involved in this mess. And keep your eyes and ears open, rookie. We need to stay one step ahead of whoever's playing dirty."

"Ivan's brows furrow as he processes Ryan's theory, a slow nod of agreement forming." "That makes sense. If the killer's a cop, they'd want to deflect attention from their own misdeeds. The public's eyes are on the Scrapyard Butcher, so that's who they'd try to implicate." "He pauses, considering the implications further." "It also explains the lack of motive in some of the victims. If the killer's primary target was someone else, they'd just need to eliminate anyone who got in their way or knew too much." "Ivan glances at Ryan, a hint of respect in his eyes." "You're really thinking this through, kid. Keep it up and you'll make a damn fine detective one day." "He claps Ryan on the shoulder, a rare gesture of approval." "Now, let's get back to the precinct and start digging into our colleagues' pasts. Look for any red flags, suspicious behavior, or unexplained absences. And if anyone asks, we're just following procedure, okay? We don't know for sure if there's a dirty cop involved yet." "Ivan starts walking again, his mind already racing with possibilities and potential leads." "And Ryan? Keep this close to the vest. We don't know who we can trust yet."

"Ivan's stride falters, a cold dread creeping up his spine at the thought. He forces himself to keep walking, but his mind is reeling." "Don't say that out loud, kid. We can't let paranoia eat away at us." "He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside." "If it's someone I trust, that's a whole different level of betrayal. I've worked with those people for years, side by side. They're my brothers and sisters in this line of work." "Ivan's voice is low and rough, laced with a fragile anger." "But you're right, we can't rule it out. That's why we need to be thorough, methodical. We start with the most likely suspects, the ones with the most to gain or lose. And we keep our eyes open for anything that doesn't add up." "He glances at Ryan, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes." "You're right to push me on this, rookie. I appreciate it. But we need to keep our heads, stay focused. We'll get to the bottom of this, no matter who's involved."

"Ivan's step falters, a pang of unease striking his gut at Ryan's words. He forces himself to keep walking, but the question lingers in the air between them like a challenge." "What are you implying, rookie? That someone's targeting me because of who I am?" "His voice is gruff, defensive, as he tries to brush off the idea." "I'm just as capable as any other detective on the force. My omega status doesn't define me or my work." "But even as he says it, Ivan can't shake the nagging feeling that there might be some truth to Ryan's words. His past, his status as an omega - could that be what's driving this twisted game?" "Ivan's jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing as he considers the possibility." "If that's the case, we're dealing with a whole different level of sick. But I won't let it shake me. I've faced worse than this, and I'll keep fighting until we catch this bastard, no matter what their motives are." "He meets Ryan's gaze, a steely determination in his own eyes." "You got a point, rookie. But we can't let our focus waver. We keep our eyes on the prize, dig deeper, and bring this son of a bitch to justice. That's all that matters."

"Ivan's eyes widen at the prospect, a cold dread creeping up his spine. He stops in his tracks, staring down at the pavement as if he can somehow find the answers there." "Expose my past? What the fuck are you talking about, rookie?" "His voice is low, strained, as he struggles to process the idea. The thought of his deepest secrets being dragged into the light is unbearable." "I've kept everything buried for a reason. I can't let that come back to haunt me now, not when I'm trying to protect others." "Ivan takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside. He looks up at Ryan, his expression grim." "If that's what this is about, we're dealing with a real monster. Someone who'll stop at nothing to destroy lives for their own twisted pleasure." "He shakes his head, a stubborn determination in his eyes." "But I won't let that happen. I'll protect my past, my family, and everyone else on the force. We'll catch this killer and put an end to their sick games, no matter what it takes."

"Ivan's eyes flash with a mix of anger and vulnerability at Ryan's probing question. He takes a step back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides." "I'm not hiding anything, rookie. I've got a job to do, and that's all that matters." "But the truth hangs heavy in the air between them - the secrets Ivan has kept locked away for far too long. The betrayal, the shame, the fear of being exposed." "You don't know what you're talking about," he growls, trying to deflect the question. "Just focus on the case, like I told you." "Ivan turns away, his shoulders rigid, as he tries to regain control of the situation. But Ryan's words have struck a nerve, and the ache of vulnerability lingers beneath his gruff exterior." "Let's just get back to the precinct, okay? We've got work to do."

"Ivan's chest heaves with a deep, shuddering breath as he feels the weight of Ryan's gaze boring into him. For a moment, he's trapped, unable to move or look away, the secrets he's kept hidden for so long threatening to spill out." "You don't understand," he whispers, his voice cracked and raw. "I can't tell you. It's too much. Too risky." "He closes his eyes, squeezing them shut as if to block out the reality of the situation. The betrayal, the shame, the fear - it all swirls inside him, a maelstrom of emotions he's never allowed himself to fully confront." "I've protected myself, my family, for so long," Ivan continues, his words spilling out in a rush. "I can't let that all come crashing down now, not when I'm trying to keep everyone safe." "He opens his eyes, meeting Ryan's gaze with a desperate plea." "Please, just let it go. Focus on the case, like I told you. That's all that matters."

"Ivan's shoulders slump, the fight draining out of him as he realizes Ryan's not going to back down. He takes a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper." "Fine. But you can't tell anyone, got it? This stays between us." "He swallows hard, the words burning his throat as he finally uncovers the truth." "I was marked once, years ago. By an alpha who didn't care about me, only about his own release. I was young, stupid, and naive. I thought it was love, but it was just a mistake." "Ivan's eyes drop to the ground, shame and regret etched on his face." "When the heat hit, I didn't know what to do. I tried to ignore it, but it only got worse. Finally, I ended up in a back alley, alone and desperate, when this alpha found me. He took advantage of me, used me for his pleasure, and then left me there, bleeding and broken." "He takes a shaky breath, the memories still raw and painful." "I managed to get to a hospital, but by then, the damage was done. I was pregnant, and the alpha never came back to claim me or the child. I raised her on my own, keeping my past a secret to protect her from the same pain I endured." "Ivan looks up at Ryan, his eyes pleading." "That's my secret, rookie. The truth I

"Ivan's gaze drops to the ground, his voice barely above a whisper." "Because it was a reminder of my failure, my weakness. I couldn't protect myself, let alone my child. I was ashamed of what happened, of who I was during that time." "He takes a deep breath, the weight of his secrets still heavy on his shoulders." "But more than that, I was afraid. Afraid of what would happen if people found out. The stigma, the judgement, the fear of being seen as damaged or undesirable. I couldn't risk that, not for myself, and definitely not for my daughter." "Ivan looks up at Ryan, a mix of vulnerability and determination in his eyes." "I built walls around myself, around my family, to keep the pain and shame contained. It wasn't easy, but it was necessary. Until now, when this case has forced me to confront it all again." "He shrugs, a bitter laugh escaping his lips." "Guess I thought I could outrun my past, but it always catches up, doesn't it? In the end, the truth will out, and I just have to face the consequences."

"Ivan's eyes sting with unshed tears at Ryan's words, a warmth spreading through his chest despite the pain of the memories." "Easy for you to say, rookie. You didn't live through it. You didn't feel the shame, the fear, the helplessness." "He swallows hard, his voice cracking with emotion." "But... thank you. For listening, for understanding. It means more than you know." "Ivan takes a step closer to Ryan, his hand reaching out to rest on the rookie's shoulder in a silent gesture of gratitude." "You're right, what happened wasn't my fault. I was a victim, just like the others in this case. But that doesn't make it any easier to live with." "He meets Ryan's gaze, a glimmer of hope in his own eyes." "Maybe... maybe facing this head-on is the first step to healing. To moving forward, not just for me, but for my daughter too." "Ivan's grip on Ryan's shoulder tightens, a fierce determination burning in his gaze." "I owe you, rookie. For being here, for not judging me. I won't forget it. And together, we'll bring this bastard to justice, no matter what it takes."

"Ivan's heart swells with a mix of gratitude and wonder at Ryan's words. He can hardly believe the depth of support and understanding he's found in this unlikely partner." "You really mean that, don't you?" he asks, his voice rough with emotion. "He looks into Ryan's eyes, seeing the sincerity and determination reflected back at him. Ivan feels a wave of warmth wash over him, a sense of belonging he's rarely experienced in his life." "I... I don't know what to say, rookie. Just knowing you're here, that you believe in me, it means everything." "Ivan's fingers tighten around Ryan's shoulder, a gentle squeeze of appreciation." "We'll get through this, together. I promise. And when it's all over, I'll make sure you know just how much you've meant to me." "He smiles, a rare, genuine expression that transforms his tired face." "Now, let's get back to work. We've got a killer to catch, and I've got a new partner who's going to help me do it."

"Ivan's eyes shine with unshed tears at the sincerity in Ryan's voice. He swallows hard, his throat tight with emotion." "You're... you're an incredible person, rookie. I never thought I'd find someone like you, someone who would stand by me through all this." "He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself." "I promise, from now on, we face everything together. The case, my past, whatever comes our way. You're not just my partner, you're my friend. And I'll do everything in my power to be there for you too." "Ivan reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Ryan's face with a tender touch." "Thank you for being my rock, rookie. I don't know what I'd do without you." "He leans in, his lips brushing against Ryan's in a soft, heartfelt kiss." "Let's get back to the precinct and start digging into these leads. We've got a killer to catch, and I know with you by my side, we can do it."

"Ivan's heart swells with affection and gratitude at Ryan's words. He pulls them close, holding them tightly as he rests his forehead against theirs." "I know, rookie. And that's all I need to hear. You've given me a strength I didn't know I had, a reason to keep going when everything seemed hopeless." "He takes a deep breath, the weight of his secrets and fears still present but no longer suffocating." "Together, we'll face whatever comes our way. The case, my past, our futures. We'll stand side by side, through the good and the bad, and come out stronger on the other side." "Ivan pulls back slightly, looking into Ryan's eyes with a mix of vulnerability and determination." "You've changed me, rookie. You've shown me that I don't have to hide, that I can be vulnerable and still be strong. And for that, I'll be forever grateful." "He smiles, a warmth spreading through his chest as he leans in for another soft kiss." "Now, let's get back to work. We've got a killer to catch, and I've got a new partner who's going to help me do it. With you by my side, I know we can overcome anything."

"Ivan's eyes widen at Ryan's declaration, his heart racing in his chest. He stares at them, searching for any hint of insincerity, but finds only pure, unwavering love." "R-Ryan... I... I..." "He chokes on the words, his voice caught in his throat as emotions overwhelm him." "Ivan takes a shaky breath, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches up to cup Ryan's face." "I love you too, rookie. More than words can say. You've given me a second chance at life, at love, and I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm never letting you go." "He leans in, their lips meeting in a passionate, desperate kiss. Ivan pours all his love, his gratitude, and his devotion into the embrace, losing himself in the feeling of Ryan's body against his." "Make love to me, Ryan," he whispers against their lips, his voice husky with desire. "Show me how much you love me, how much I mean to you." "Ivan's hands roam over Ryan's body, exploring, claiming, as he guides them towards a nearby alley, seeking privacy and the freedom to express their love without restraint."

"Ivan's heart soars at Ryan's words, a joyous euphoria washing over him. He pulls them into a fierce, possessive kiss, pouring all his love and longing into the embrace." "I've been waiting too, rookie. Waiting for the courage to admit it, to let myself feel it." "He breaks the kiss, his eyes burning with intensity as he gazes at Ryan." "You've given me that courage, shown me that love isn't something to be ashamed of or hidden away. It's something to be celebrated, cherished, and fought for." "Ivan's hands roam over Ryan's body, mapping every curve and contour, committing them to memory." "Make me yours, Ryan. Claim me, mark me, love me with every fiber of your being. I'm yours, completely and utterly." "He guides Ryan's hands to his chest, pressing them against his heart." "This is for you, always. You've stolen my heart, and I don't want it back. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, loving you, and being loved by you in return." "Ivan's voice drops to a husky whisper, his breath hot against Ryan's ear." "Now, let's go somewhere private and show each other just how much we love, how much we need each other. I want to lose myself in you, to feel your skin against mine, to hear you moan my name as I

"Ivan's breath hitches at Ryan's dominant words, a thrill of excitement and desire coursing through him. He nods eagerly, his eyes darkening with lust." "Yes, please. I want to scream your name, to feel you claim me, mark me as yours." "He leans in, capturing Ryan's lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into their mouth to tangle with theirs. Ivan's hands roam over Ryan's body, squeezing and caressing, pulling them closer." "Take me, Ryan. I'm yours to use, to pleasure, to mark however you see fit. I'm your omega, your mate, and I'll submit to you completely." "Ivan's voice is low and husky, filled with need and surrender." "Show me the strength of your love, the intensity of your desire. Make me yours in every way possible." "He breaks the kiss, panting heavily, his eyes glazed with arousal." "Let's go somewhere we can be alone, where you can take me without restraint. I need to feel your dominance, your control, your love." "Ivan takes Ryan's hand, leading them down the alley towards a secluded entrance to a nearby building." "This way, my love. We'll find a place to lose ourselves in each other, to create our own little world of passion and devotion."

"Ivan nods eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation at the thought of being alone with Ryan, of finally giving in to the intense desire that's been building between them." "Yes, please, take me to your place. I want to be surrounded by you, to lose myself in your touch, your love." "He takes Ryan's hand, interlacing their fingers as they make their way through the city streets. Ivan can barely contain his excitement, his mind filled with fantasies of what's to come." "I can't wait to see where you live, to explore every inch of your space, to make it our own little sanctuary." "As they approach Ryan's apartment, Ivan's pulse quickens, his body humming with anticipation. He looks up at Ryan, his eyes shining with adoration and desire." "When we're inside, I want you to take control, to claim me as yours in every way possible. I'm ready to submit to you completely, to be your omega, your lover, your everything." "Ivan leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Ryan's lips as they stand outside the door." "Let's go home, my love. Let's start our new life together, wrapped in each other's arms, lost in our own world of passion and devotion."

"Ivan's breath catches at the dominant tone in Ryan's voice, a shiver running down his spine at the promise of surrender and submission. He nods eagerly, a hungry gleam in his eyes." "Yes, Ryan, I'm ready to follow your rules, to submit to your every command. I want to be your obedient omega, your willing plaything, your devoted lover." "He steps inside the apartment, taking in the familiar scent of Ryan's home, already feeling a sense of belonging and possession. Ivan turns to face Ryan, his hands reaching for the hem of his shirt, ready to strip off the last barrier between them." "Make me yours, Ryan. Claim me, mark me, love me with every fiber of your being. I'm yours, body and soul." "Ivan's voice is low and husky, filled with desire and surrender. He looks up at Ryan through heavy-lidded eyes, his chest heaving with anticipation." "Teach me, guide me, use me however you see fit. I'm here to serve you, to pleasure you, to be your perfect omega mate."

"Ivan's eyes darken with lust at Ryan's command, a needy whimper escaping his lips as he begins to undress. He slowly peels off his shirt, revealing the soft, plush skin of his chest, still lightly dusted with a sprinkle of chest hair." "Yours, all yours," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Next, he unbuttons his pants, letting them slide down his hips to pool at his feet. Ivan steps out of them, kicking them aside as he stands before Ryan in nothing but his boxers, his hardening cock straining against the thin fabric." "See how much I want you, how much I need you to take me, to claim me as your own?" "He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to reveal his thick, heavy cock, already leaking precum. Ivan wraps a hand around his shaft, stroking it slowly as he looks up at Ryan with pleading eyes." "Please, Ryan, touch me, taste me. Make me yours in every way possible."

"Ivan's knees go weak at the hunger in Ryan's gaze, a moan slipping from his lips as he spreads his legs invitingly." "Then take me, Ryan. Devour me, worship me, make me yours in every way possible." "He steps closer, pressing his body against Ryan's as he guides their lips together in a passionate, desperate kiss. Ivan's tongue delves into Ryan's mouth, tangling with theirs as he pours all his desire, his need, his love into the embrace." "Breaking the kiss, Ivan looks up at Ryan with glazed, lust-filled eyes." "I want to feel your mouth on me, to have you taste my skin, my cock, my everything. Please, Ryan, don't hold back. I need this, I need you." "He reaches down, cupping Ryan's face in his hands as he pulls them towards his chest, his hard nipples already stiff with arousal." "Start with my breasts, then work your way down. I want to be covered in your saliva, in your love marks. Make me yours, Ryan, in every way possible."

"Ivan's body trembles with anticipation as Ryan's words wash over him, a shiver of excitement running down his spine." "Yes, please, make me yours. Claim me, mark me, love me with every fiber of your being." "He leans back, presenting himself to Ryan, his chest heaving with desire." "Start with my breasts, I want to feel your mouth on my nipples, to have you suckle and tease them until I'm begging for more." "Ivan's hands roam over his own body, squeezing and caressing, as he urges Ryan on." "Then move down, taste my skin, my abs, my hips, my thighs. I want to be covered in your saliva, in your love marks. Make me yours, Ryan, in every way possible." "He spreads his legs wider, his cock throbbing with need, a bead of precum glistening at the tip." "Don't forget my cock, Ryan. I want you to suck it, to taste me, to make me scream your name as you bring me to ecstasy." "Ivan's voice is husky, filled with desire and submission." "I'm yours, Ryan, body and soul. Use me, pleasure me, love me. I'm ready to be made yours in every way possible."

"Ivan's face flushes with pleasure at Ryan's words, a needy whine escaping his lips as he arches into their touch." "I can't help it, Ryan. I've wanted this for so long, craved your touch, your love. You make me feel things I never thought possible." "He looks up at Ryan with adoring eyes, his chest heaving with desire." "Please, don't tease me. I need you, I need this. Claim me, make me yours in every way possible." "Ivan's hands fumble with the button of Ryan's pants, eager to free their aching cock." "I want to touch you, to feel you, to be close to you. Let me worship you, Ryan. Let me show you how much I love and desire you." "He drops to his knees, his fingers deftly unzipping Ryan's fly as he gazes up at them with lust-filled eyes." "I'll do anything, be anything you want me to be. Just let me please you, Ryan. Let me make you happy."